Cleanin' Out My Closet (BET Version) by Eminem | Eminem
Where's my snare?I have no snare on my headphonesThere you goYeahYoYo
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?I haveI've been protested and demonstrated againstPicket signs for my wicked rhymesLook at the timesSick as the mind of the motherfucking kid that's behindAll this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans explodin'Tempers flarin' from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin'Not takin' nothin' from no one, give 'em hell long as I'm breathin'Keep kickin' ass in the mornin' and takin' names in the evenin'Leavin' with a taste as sour as vinegar in their mouthSee they can trigger meBut they never figure me outLook at me nowI betcha probably sick of me nowAin't you, mama?Imma make you look so ridiculous now
I'm sorry mamaI never meant to hurt youI never meant to make you cryBut tonightI'm cleanin' out my closet
One more time
I said I'm sorry mamaI never meant to hurt youI never meant to make you cryBut tonightI'm cleanin' out my closet
AhI got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one knows itSo before they throw me inside my coffin and close itImma expose itI'll take you back to '73Before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' CDI was a babyMaybe I was just a couple of monthsMy faggot father must've had his panties up in a bunch'Cause he splitI wonder if he even kissed me goodbyeNo, I don't owe him a second thoughtI just fuckin' wished he would dieI look at HailieAnd I couldn't picture leavin' her sideEven if I hated KimI'd grit my teeth and I'd tryTo make it work with her, at least for Hailie's sakeI maybe made some mistakes but I'm only humanBut I'm man enough to face 'em todayWhat I did was stupidNo doubt it was dumbBut the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun'Cause I'd have killed 'emShit, I woulda shot Kim and them bothIt's my lifeI'd like to welcome ya'll to the Eminem Show
I'm sorry mamaI never meant to hurt youI never meant to make you cryBut tonightI'm cleanin' out my closet
One more time
I said I'm sorry mamaI never meant to hurt youI never meant to make you cryBut tonightI'm cleanin' out my closet
Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognitionTake a second to listen 'fore you think this record is dissin'But put yourself in my positionJust try to envisionWitnessin' your mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchenBitchin' that someone's always goin' through hear purse and shit's missin'Goin' through public housin' systems, victim of Munchhausen's SyndromeMy whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it?Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, ma?So you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma?But guess what?You're gettin' older now and it's cold when you're lonelyAnd Nathan's growin' up so quick he's gonna know that you're phonyAnd Hailie's getting' so big nowYou should see her, she's beautifulBut you'll never see herShe won't even be at your funeralSee, what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrongBitch, do your songKeep tellin' yourself that you was a momBut how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get?You selfish bitchI hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shitRemember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?Well, guess what?I am dead, dead to you as can be!
I'm sorry mamaI never meant to hurt youI never meant to make you cryBut tonightI'm cleanin' out my closet
One more time
I said I'm sorry mamaI never meant to hurt youI never meant to make you cryBut tonightI'm cleanin' out my closet
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